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Friday, September 19, 2003

ROCOCO THROAT-CLEARING, THEN A LINK

Since my site meter, reinstalled a few nights back after being roundly scolded for its mischief-making, suggests that there are a handful of cyber denizens who visit the halls of Spitbull despite not being personally known to me (an insuperable obstacle I would have thought, but the world is a strange place), I feel compelled to provide a nugget of gristle for your masticatory delectation.

Unfortunately, I am lacking nuggets this morning, and I work for a living. So read this, which says what I just said only better.